流离叠奏

The Past Like a Curtain, the Veil Slowly Rises, Notes Hazily Set the Scene; Strings Worn and Old, Thoughts Scatter, Verses Whisper Memories; Carved Ruins, Lingering Dreams Wither, the Bloom of Irises Knows No End. ———————————————————— “I am ashamed to depict my affection for you with melodies and verses, for that fervor is too absurd, reason cannot express even a fraction of the stirring within.”